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Vultures
I can tell it from your eyes; your mouth only speak of empty promises and hollow truths
Our future seems so bleak and these vultures just keep preying on the weak
These vultures we call leaders
So many souls - condemned to a life of suffering
To live like rats
And all we do is run, run and run
And all we ever do is run, run and run until the streets turn red
All we want is to forget that we're alive
The smell of withering wishes forever lingers in the air
Alone again, so cold and desolate, crumbled down on the ground
Just break my bones and tell me you're sorry
I know those endings makes you grin, you parasite
I need to detach myself from your latch, but in the end
I am what's tearing me apart, you made me into this
Abandonment became the truth
So with eyes closed I walk along (This is a world of shadows), knowing that at any moment I might fall
(The world of the wretched)
Its core is tainted with malice and hatred
Miasma floating in its atmosphere
Trapped in the abyss
I'm going nowhere
Light was not meant to reach this blackened heart
I was not meant to be anything more than the captive of my own fears
Light was not meant to reach this blackened heart
The hell that is my home
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What do you think of this? This poem is actually a song, but I really want some feedback, so feel free to comment! :)
Our future seems so bleak and these vultures just keep preying on the weak
These vultures we call leaders
So many souls - condemned to a life of suffering
To live like rats
And all we do is run, run and run
And all we ever do is run, run and run until the streets turn red
All we want is to forget that we're alive
The smell of withering wishes forever lingers in the air
Alone again, so cold and desolate, crumbled down on the ground
Just break my bones and tell me you're sorry
I know those endings makes you grin, you parasite
I need to detach myself from your latch, but in the end
I am what's tearing me apart, you made me into this
Abandonment became the truth
So with eyes closed I walk along (This is a world of shadows), knowing that at any moment I might fall
(The world of the wretched)
Its core is tainted with malice and hatred
Miasma floating in its atmosphere
Trapped in the abyss
I'm going nowhere
Light was not meant to reach this blackened heart
I was not meant to be anything more than the captive of my own fears
Light was not meant to reach this blackened heart
The hell that is my home
-
What do you think of this? This poem is actually a song, but I really want some feedback, so feel free to comment! :)
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